I Hate You, I Love You (Jeff the Killer X Reader)

Ch. 4 | Getting Hot and Heavy with A Killer

Jeff grabs the rope and ties your hands together. He drags you onto his bed.

Your heart beats out of your chest.

Is this actually happening, or is he just teasing you again?

He crawls close to your face and puts his hand under your chin, lifting up your head. He gazes mischievously into your eyes. A small smirk forms on his lips.

You look at his lips and bite your own. God, you want to kiss him so bad. What does he taste like?

He leans closer, licking his lips seductively. He takes an excruciatingly long time to close the distance.

Finally, your lips meet.

At first, the kiss is slow and tentative. Then, it's like he can't hold back anymore. He hungrily kisses you, and you return it.

He then pushes you down and climbs on top of you without missing a beat. You make out with him for a few heated minutes.

Then, he breaks the kiss to mumble, "Holy shit, I've been wanting to do that since forever,"

"Me too," you reply, licking your lips. He tastes of ice cream and blood.

"How bad do you want me?" Jeff glances at your lips.

"That is classified information," you tease, your face heating up just thinking of all the things you want him to do to you. You realize just how much you're in love.

"Bullshit. Tell me."

"Or else what?"

"Or else you'll get the knife."

"Kinky."

"If you're into that."

Your cheeks flush more as you sheepishly say, "Maybe?"

"You like that idea, don't you?"

"Shut up," your voice shakes.

"Since you apparently like it so much..." He reaches for the knife on his nightstand. Your heart races with anticipation as he brings it to your throat. "You like it like this?"

You look at him with doe eyes, biting your lip and nodding slightly.

"Good. Now, be a good little girl and take off daddy's pants."

"Make me," you say, some of your defiance coming back

"And here I thought I had finally gotten you to behave."

"Nah."

"You really wanna get punished, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"Well, consider your wish granted," he grins sadistically and presses the knife into your throat, drawing a little blood.

"Fuck you," you mumble through clenched teeth, trying to resist the urge to moan.

"You know you like this."

"Shut up and stop teasing me."

"God, you're a mess for me." He smirks, ignoring your demand and looking at your nether regions, which is grinding against the bed.

"Just shut up and fuck me already!" you whine.

"And since when do I follow your orders? I do what I want, when I want."

"And so do I."

"No, you're supposed to follow my orders."

You snort. "Sure, when pigs fly!"